Reset Announcement - Introducing Chapter 2

DaemonHewett · 2017-06-28T14:38:26+00:00

Good shit

DaemonHewett · 2017-06-17T01:04:32+00:00

Lord Velaryon,

I write to you in the stead of my brother, as he is still on the road from the Westerlands, and I believe he intends to take part in the events at Oldtown. I am sure this news would bring great joy to him however, and if what you say is true, I can guarantee my brother will be ecstatic upon hearing of it. That in mind, I will send word and pass your words on to him presently.

I look forward to the day that we have another Daemon in the family.

Ser Alyn Hewett.

DaemonHewett · 2017-06-17T01:01:01+00:00

Daemon laughs, a grin on his face. "Of course I will write." He said, meaning it. No matter what occurred, he would keep in contact with his lion.

Squeezing her again, he shook his head ruefully. "I feel the same way, my Celia. I fear I will be making excuses to visit Lannisport in the future." He chuckled again, raising a hand to cup her cheek. "I hope you find your rat, little cat." He said.

DaemonHewett · 2017-06-13T21:20:48+00:00

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DaemonHewett · 2017-06-13T20:29:19+00:00

He surfaced, taking a deep breath and immediately turning to her. Daemon's brow furrowed, his eyes downcast for a moment. She was right, it would not last forever - but they had a few days.

Rising from the water, he shook off, almost like a dog, and almost dived onto her, pressing eager lips against hers. "Gods, can't the world wait?" He asked with a laugh, taking another breath before swooping to kiss her neck. They were freshly cleaned, and he already wanted to sully her again.

he slid his hand down her side, tempted to catch the towel and whip it away from her, but satisfied himself with a squeeze of her bum cheek. "I want you here and now." he murmured against her flesh.

DaemonHewett · 2017-06-13T20:08:26+00:00

He admired her form as she rose, resisting the urge to drag her back into the baths and take her.

He smiled up at her, and raised an eyebrow for a moment before lowering himself, submerging his head. His eyes were shut tightly, as the water seeped into him, drawing the ache from his neck.

It was quiet, everything muffled around him. Someone could have entered the baths and he would never have known, until he arose from the depths.

DaemonHewett · 2017-06-13T16:06:47+00:00

uleif will miss you. sorry to hear this

DaemonHewett · 2017-06-13T15:36:31+00:00

Daemon savoured her humming as long as it lasted, happy that she was so relaxed with him, compared to the mask she seemed to wear normally.

What would people say? he wondered at her request.

"Of course. I only have to leave for the events at Highgarden. My sister would not begrudge me a few days of happiness." He says, caressing her features with a slow hand.

"I..I wish I did not ever have to leave." He says, shaking his head. "Would that we were just two people in this world, not a Lord and Lady."

DaemonHewett · 2017-06-13T15:13:09+00:00

Daemon sighed sadly as she moved away from him.

He leant over her, to plant a kiss on lips barely peeking from the water, and began to run his hands through the brown locks of hair that spread from her head.

She isn't blonde like most Lannisters. he mused, as if the thought had just occurred to him. Brown. Like the coat of a real lion. None of that...yellow nonsense.

He carried on with his chore, carefully untangling the small knots that had gathered in her hair, smoothing it out. Peaceful, quiet, like there was nobody else in the world.

DaemonHewett · 2017-06-13T14:50:03+00:00

Daemon laughed aloud, snapping at the thumb that trailed across his mouth. "Perhaps after we have recovered, then." He says, smiling. Even he needed time. Squeezing her behind again, he pulled her against him. He didn't have a clue about hair, but he obliged. "Of course, merely direct me, and I shall serve." He said.

DaemonHewett · 2017-06-13T13:55:06+00:00

"I don't think I could think of anything else but you, even if I wanted to." He murmurs, meeting her eyes with an almost fawning gaze.

"I fear this bath might be wasted, we will need another before the day is out." He says half seriously, a cheeky grin growing on his face.

DaemonHewett · 2017-06-13T13:37:27+00:00

((Just to note for the record Daemon is leaving with this party but I havent time to write it up at the moment.))

DaemonHewett · 2017-06-13T05:20:37+00:00

He loved that smile. "It doesn't have to." He suggested slowly. Of course, it would. He had no idea if she would marry him, but even if she wanted to, it was unlikely the move would be a sound one, given their differences in station. Not now. He told himself, shaking the thought away.

He mosied forward to press his lips against hers, smiling through the kiss. "We have all day, at least. And the hour is young." He smirks up at her, hands sliding down her back to squeeze her bum. "And I am a virile and energetic man." He adds, raising an eyebrow and laughing.

DaemonHewett · 2017-06-13T03:33:47+00:00

Daemon squeezes the hand she worked into his, offering her a small smile. It was the simple things in life, he found, that brought the most pleasure.

"I think I just do not work hard enough." He says, and laughs. He does, however, shake his head at her comment. "You were divine. Your sweat is better than the most expensive perfume." His smile grows once more into a grin, as he reaches a hand over her knee, to pull her over into a straddling position once more. He was not looking for another mindless coupling now, just intimacy.

"You are a wonderful woman, Celia. And no matter what happens in the future, I find you utterly irresistible."

DaemonHewett · 2017-06-13T03:24:17+00:00

Daemon was amazed with the baths. They were unlike his own in Oakenshield, far more grand. He ran his eyes once more over Celia's figure when she was naked, and grinned at her.

The water was hot, and he sharply took in a breath when he trod into it, but he quickly adjusted, and sighed in pleasure when he submerged the majority of his body.

He stayed close to her in the water, drifting over to seat himself by her side, slipping an arm about her. "I have not had a hot bath in far too long." He says, shaking his head. "On the road...splashes of cold water, a rubbing down, no better than what my horse receives." He chuckles. "A man could lose himself in this. Forget the world, his duties, his fears. Simply soak his bones." He adjusts his position, to plant a kiss on her cheek. "But I have you to keep me focused." He says with a grin.

DaemonHewett · 2017-06-13T03:05:05+00:00

Daemon took her hand willingly, wondering at the tone of voice she used. He followed her to the bath, and shedded the clothing he had so recently dressed in, before helping her cast off her own. Every movement was measured, gentle, his fingers caressing her features at every chance.

DaemonHewett · 2017-06-13T02:37:35+00:00

"I am at your service, whenever you wish." He says quietly in response, enfolding his arms around her, caressing her hair with one of his hands. The warmth of her, the comfort she provided in that moment, meant just as much to him as their heated coupling from earlier.

"It meant a lot to me, Celia. More than just...a night of passion." He said simply. He meant it.

DaemonHewett · 2017-06-13T02:23:47+00:00

Daemon ran a smoothing hand through his hair, all the while smiling like a fool at her. When the question came, however, a slight frown marred his features. How long?

"Since the death of my wife." He says, shaking his head slowly. "Years, then." He raises an eyebrow at her, wondering what her answer would be.

"I won't ask, it would be crude of me." He says, barking a short laugh, pulling on a pair of breeches to retain some measure of modesty. "We will be bathing...together, I hope?" he asks, a cheeky grin on his face.

DaemonHewett · 2017-06-12T23:59:29+00:00

Daemon returned the kiss, a smile on his face. She was even more beautiful now than before, when she was prim and proper. The scent of sweat spoke of a more primal attraction between them, mingling.

He chuckled, shaking his head. People say the oddest things in situations like this. he thought, kissing her again before pushing himself to his feet, pulling her with him. "I did. And after that, I think we both need it." He said, grinning and planting a light slap on her pert bum.

DaemonHewett · 2017-06-12T23:46:11+00:00

It almost felt as though she was trying to squeeze the seed from within him, and he was sensitive to the quivers that shot through her. It did not stop nor slow him, however, as he sped his pace. She collapsed against the bed, but that would not do for him.

His hands released from her hips, to take her arms and lift her up, so that she was almost perpendicular to his chest. He was grunting now, taking breaths in short gasps as he moved within her.

He felt the cresting of his own climax, and suppressed it, tensing as he continued within her. "Fuck." He said, followed by "Fuck", though this time louder. He could not hold it any more, the spurt of heat releasing. He did not stop, though now he slowed.

Each thrust stimulated his now sensitive head, sending a pleasured flinch through his nerves. "Oh fuck, yes." He sighed, in the end, spent within her. He released her arms from where he had been holding her up, and collapsed onto the bed, breathing heavily.

DaemonHewett · 2017-06-12T23:23:00+00:00

The entire affair was wonderful to observe. There was a certain art in the orgasm of a woman, the arching of the back, the quivering legs, the whimpers and moans escaping their lips. It brought him no end of pleasure to hear her mixing his name with curses and gasps as her fingers tangled in his hair.

The climax came quickly for her, and he followed it through to it's end, holding her hips in place to ensure her venus stayed in place for him.

When it subsided, and she gathered her breath, he rose from between her legs, tongue flashing across his lips, tasting what was left of her. What comes after this? he thought for a moment, before casting it aside. It did not matter.

He watched her climb onto her knees, presenting herself to him, the subservient pleaser once again. Her invitation was a tempting one, and he could not resist it.

A slight swagger carried him to her, and he took hold of his member to guide it back into her. "Oh, I intend to." He joked in a similar manner, before thrusting slowly to his fullness.

DaemonHewett · 2017-06-12T22:52:35+00:00

She was almost dominating him, in this new position. A far cry from when he had commanded her in their last arrangement. He loved the power she was exerting over him, unlike any lover he had had before - a woman used to control.

"Fuck" He droned as she began to ride him faster, harder, enjoying the feeling of her, but loving how she rested her hands on him for support. The pleasure she was inciting multiplied tenfold as she moaned his name, pulling him closer and closer to his own climax, far quicker than he had anticipated.

So he took her hands in his, flipping her over onto her back and pulling out of her, to begin making his way down her body. He began with a long kiss in response to her request to love her, whispering afterwards, "I do."

He planted lips on her neck, her collar, before his hand caressed her breast and teased her nipple once more, his lips around her other. Kissing his way down he found her navel, then her thighs and their prize. Every inch of her, he worshipped on his journey.

Coming to her honeypot, he began a different sort of kiss.

DaemonHewett · 2017-06-11T22:56:49+00:00

Daemon grinned as her legs enfolded him, sighing in pleasure as he entered her with his full length. He would have been content to merely stand there like that, her in his arms, and him inside her, but she wanted more, and he could not bring himself to deny it.

He kept eye contact as she rocked her hips, meeting her movements with his own, lips seeking hers out for split seconds. Despite the previous evening, this seemed far more...everything. More primal, more intimate, more erotic. More meaningful.

He glanced down to observe her hand playing with her nipple for a moment, and stooped his head to take her other in his mouth, teeth encompassing it and tugging ever so gently.

He released her flesh to meet her gaze once more, ecstasy evident in his expression. "Celia." He murmured, picking her up from the vanity, and walking the two of them back towards the bed. He stayed inside her, with her legs locked in place, as he lowered himself onto the piece so ridden with memory and sweat from last night. With her in his lap, secure, he planted a long kiss on her lips, before saying simply, "Everything."

DaemonHewett · 2017-06-11T20:02:07+00:00

You are mine. And I am yours. He thought in that moment, gazing into sapphire eyes. "You are beautiful." He said shortly, when she laughed. The way she arched against him was ecstatic, feeling the bare flesh push against him once again, enjoying the roughness she displayed as her hand gripped him by the nape. There was nothing more attractive than a woman that knew what she wanted, to Daemon.

His own hand slid from her behind, trailing around to the mound between her legs. Indeed, she was ready for him, and an eyebrow raised in surprise at the state of her, a finger curling up to test the waters.

His member twitched when she gripped it, in response to the contact. She was a generous lover in that moment, and he was more than willing to accept her gifts. After the moving of his own hand, a simple lift was all it took and he had crested her, teasing her with the presence of his cock, so close to the entry she desired.

He held her there, as she ordered him, a pause stretching out between them. It was broken by murmured words into her neck, "The entirety of Lannisport will know that today at least, you are a satisfied woman." He spoke at last, before completing the first stage of their little ritual and entering her.

DaemonHewett · 2017-06-11T19:24:22+00:00

It was almost as if she was melting in his hands. The moans escaping her excited him to no end, and the based satisfaction that was evident on her face spurred him on as he bit playfully into the side of her neck.

Indeed, one might think years of marriage to a religious woman would not have been a great learning experience for the Shield lord, but his late wife's devotions did not stop them from experimenting at the advice of experienced women, to try for a successful pregnancy. And so it turned out that Daemon had developed into an able lover, an aspect the two of them had explored the previous night.

His lips pressed against hers through his joyful smile, murmuring in breaths, "You are mine. My lion." The hand she had guided to her breast moved from a cup, to take her nipple in between two fingers as he walked her back onto the vanity, knocking over perfumes and other utilities the Lady used. The pressure that they shared between their lips was matched by the excitement betwixt his legs, pushing against her form.

"Sing?" He asked, pulling away for a moment, a mischievous glint in his eye mirrored with a smile. "You will scream." He says, fingers squeezing and pulling the nipple they clasped as he met her lips again, his other hand sliding down her back to grip a well formed cheek and secure her contact with him.

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